English Libretto or Translation:

Oh, we poor people,Each day the same as the next,In our pockets, a holeAnd in our bellies, an even bigger one`RallalalaHunger is our best chef!Yeah, you elites can feast!Yet we, who have no food,We gnaw, oh, the whole week,Seven days, on a single bone!

Oh, we are easily pleased,For luck is different for everyone,But it's still true:Poverty is a heavy yoke!Yes, yes, hunger does cook well,As long as he commands.Alone what use is the commander,If there is nothing in the pot?Caraway is my being's liqueur!